Memories are made of these
Photographs of Deepu and Sriram with family/friends
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We are not there. we do not sleep. We are a thousand winds that blow, We are the diamond glints on snow, We are the sunlight on ripened grain, We are the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush, We are the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. We are the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at our graves and cry, We are not there; we did not die. Author Unknown
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